Two or three times a day Grace and I have a fight. I can predict exactly when this is going to happen: Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner.... Sometimes if I'm lucky, she will eat something wholesome for lunch... but my luck has run out these days. Today I fixed the old faithful, ham, cheese and sliced apples.... all of which she asked for, by the way....
I try to ignore her for the first few minutes of lunch, going about my business, emptying or filling the dishwasher, picking up random socks or toys from the floor... or just simply trying to figure out what I want to eat for lunch. This usually works.... she'll eat at least a few bites. Today she ate the cheese and 2 bites of ham, but no apple. Cue fight....
Today I simply asked her to take a little bite of her apple. She thought it was hilarious to bend down and eat the apple like a cat, basically, plate to mouth... Hey, I'm willing to put up with cat-baby if she is getting the nutrients. But she promptly spit out the apple. I told her she needed to chew it up really good and swallow it so it would go into her tummy.
Something about this phrase intrigued her and I could see her wheels turning. I went to the microwave to heat up my soup, and 2 minutes later turned around and noticed that all the apple slices were gone! Hooray! She ate them...!
I said, "Grace, did you eat all your apples for mommy? What a good girl!"
She says " Apples in tummy!"
I am thinking this is wonderful until I notice a bulge in her shirt....
"Grace, what's that?"
She promptly lifted up her shirt and there were 3 apple slices stuck to her tummy!
"Apples in tummy mommy!" She is grinning from ear to ear!
I am assuming that since I said her apples needed to go in her tummy, she thinks she obeyed me perfectly...or maybe she's trying to pull one over on me again... Hummm...